Story-Treasure Island

Treasure Island

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Level 2

Retold by Ann Ward
Series Editors: Andy Hopkins and Jocelyn Potter
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ISBN 0 582 46828 0

Treasure Island first published in 1883
This adaptation first published by Penguin Books 1995
Published by Addison Wesley Longman Limited and Penguin Books Ltd 1998
This edition first published 2000



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Contents



page
Introduction v

Chapter 1 Jim Hawkins’ Story I 1

Chapter 2 Dr Livesey’s Story 18

Chapter 3 Jim’s Story II 22

Activities 35

Introduction


‘Tomorrow I’m going to Bristol,’ said Mr Trelawney. ‘I’m going
to buy a ship and find sailors. Jim, you and Dr Livesey are going to
come with me to look for the treasure!’

Jim Hawkins works in his father’s inn by the sea. One day an old
sailor comes to stay. He watches the sea and the ships. He is ill.
He is afraid. But what - or who - is he afraid of?
Very soon Jim understands, because the old man has a map. A
lot of people are interested in that map - and some of them are
very dangerous people. Jim Hawkins is going to meet them when
he sails in the Hispaniola to Treasure Island. It will be a journey
with many difficulties . . .

Robert Louis Stevenson was born in 1850 in Edinburgh, Scot-
land and began writing when he was a boy. He finished his first
book when he was sixteen.
He went to many different countries in his life. He was often
dangerously ill and he wanted to find a place with warm weather
where he could live and do his writing. In 1888, he went by ship
to the Pacific islands, and after 1890 he lived on the island of
Samoa, with his wife, mother and son. The Samoans called him
‘Tusitala’ - ‘the story-teller’.
He wrote many different books and stories. Treasure Island
(1883) is his most famous book but Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
(1886) is also very well-known. Stevenson died in 1894 on
Samoa.




v
Chapter 1 Jim Hawkins’ Story I

My father had an inn near the sea. It was a quiet place. One day,
an old man came to our door. He was tall and strong, and his face
was brown. His old blue coat was dirty and he had a big old box
with him. He looked at the inn, then he looked at the sea.
My father came to the door.
At first the old man did not speak. He looked again at the sea,
and at the front of the inn.
‘I like this place,’ he said. ‘Do many people come here?’
‘No,’ said my father.

‘I’m going to stay here,’ said the old man. ‘I want a bed and
food. I like watching the sea and the ships. You can call me
Captain.’
He threw some money on the table. ‘That’s for my bed and my
food,’ he said.
And so the old captain came to stay with us. He was always
quiet. In the evenings he sat in the inn and in the day he watched
the sea and the ships.
One day he spoke to me. ‘Come here, boy,’ he said, and he
gave me some money. ‘Take this, and look out for a sailor with
one leg.’
He was afraid of that sailor with one leg. I was afraid too. I
looked for the man with one leg, but I never saw him.
Then winter came, and it was very cold. My father was ill, and
my mother and I worked very hard.
Early one January morning, the captain went to the beach. I
helped my mother to make the captain’s breakfast. The door
opened and a man came in. His face was very white and he had
only three ringers on his left hand. I could see that he was a sailor.
‘Can I help you?’ I asked.


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The man looked at the captain's breakfast table.
'Is this table for my friend Bill?'
The man looked at the captain’s breakfast table.
‘Is this table for my friend Bill?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know your friend Bill,’ I said. ‘It’s the captain’s table.’
‘The captain?’ he said. ‘Well, they sometimes call my friend

Bill the Captain. Is he here in the house?’
‘No. He’s out,’ I said.
The man sat down and waited for the captain. Then the captain
came into the room. He went to his table and sat down.
‘Bill!’ said the man.
The captain turned round quickly. His face went white.
Suddenly, he looked old and ill.
‘Come, Bill, you know me. You know an old friend, Bill,’ said
the man.
‘Black Dog!’ said the captain.
‘Yes,’ said the man. ‘It’s me, Black Dog. I wanted to see my
old friend Billy.’
‘Well, here I am,’ said the captain. ‘What do you want?’
‘I want to talk to you, Bill,’ Black Dog said.
The captain looked at me. ‘Leave the room, boy,’ he said, ‘and
don’t listen at the door.’
They talked for a long time. Then I heard them talking angrily.
‘No, no, no!’ said the captain. There was a fight and then Black
Dog ran out of the house.
The captain’s face was white. ‘I must get out of here!’ he said.
I ran to get him a drink. I came back and found the captain on
the floor. His eyes were closed.
Our doctor, Dr Livesey, came and looked at the old captain.
‘He’s very ill,’ said the doctor.
The captain opened his eyes and looked at the doctor. ‘Where’s
Black Dog?’ he asked.
‘There’s no Black Dog here,’ said the doctor. ‘Now, Billy
Bones, you must. . .’

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‘Billy Bones?’ said the captain. ‘My name’s not Billy
Bones.’
‘Oh?’ said the doctor. ‘Oh, yes. It’s the name of a famous
pirate.’
We put the old captain in his bed. ‘He must stay in his bed for a
week,’ said the doctor. ‘He’s very ill.’

♦

At twelve o’clock I went to see the captain in his room.
‘What did the doctor say?’ he asked.
‘You must stay in bed for a week,’ I told him.
‘Too late!’ he said. ‘You remember Black Dog. He’s a bad
man, but there are worse men than Black Dog. They want my old
box. You must look out for sailors. You must look out for Flint’s
men.’
Then the captain closed his eyes.
But I didn’t look out for sailors, because my father died that
night. I was too sad to think about the captain.
A week later, the captain came down and sat in his usual chair.
I went outside the inn and looked up and down the road. I saw
another man on the. road. He wore a long black coat and he
walked very slowly.
‘He can’t see,’ I thought.
The man arrived in front of the inn and turned his face to me.
‘Can you tell me, please, where I am?’ I told him. He listened
carefully;
‘You’re young,’ he said. ‘Take my hand, my young friend, and
take me inside.’

He took my hand, He was very strong.
‘Now my young friend,’ he said, ‘take me to the captain.
Quickly! I can break your arm.’
When the captain saw the man, he did not move. The man put
something into the captain’s hand and then left the inn.

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‘Now my young friend,’ he said, ‘take me to the captain. Quickly!
I can break your arm.’


The captain looked at the black paper in his hand. Then he read
the words on it.
‘Ten o’clock! They’re coming at ten o’clock,’ he said. ‘We’ve
got six hours!’ He tried to stand up, but he was too ill.
I ran for my mother, but it was too late. When we came back
the captain was dead on the floor.
♦

My mother and I went to the village, but the people there did
not want to help us. They were too afraid. Our friend the doctor
was away. Nobody could help us.


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‘I must get my money from the captain’s box,’ my mother said.
‘It’s our money.’
We opened the box. There were some old coats and shirts and a

bag of money. My mother began to take the money.
‘Quickly!’ I said. ‘It’s nearly ten o’clock.’
It was a cold night, and very quiet. Suddenly, I heard a sound
on the road. Then I heard someone stop outside the inn. We
waited, but then everything was quiet again. Nothing moved.
‘Quickly, mother!’ I said. ‘Take all the captain’s money.’
‘No,’ she said. ‘I don’t want it all.’ Then we heard someone
again, outside the front door.
‘Let’s go without the money,’ my mother said.
I took an envelope from the captain’s box. ‘I’m going to take
this,’ I said.
We left the inn very quietly through the back door. We heard
men running along the road to the inn.
We stopped behind some trees and watched the men. There
were seven or eight of them, all pirates. They broke down the
door of the inn and ran inside.
‘Bill’s dead!’ someone said.
‘Open his box!’ a second man said.
‘The money’s here!’
‘Flint’s map! Where’s Flint’s map?’
‘We can’t find it!’
‘It’s not here!’
‘It’s those people at the inn - it’s that boy! The boy’s got the
map. Find them, boys!’
The men moved quickly. They looked into every room in the
inn.
‘Listen!’ one of them said. ‘Someone’s coming! We must run!’
‘No, find the boy! He’s near here somewhere, I know.’
Then I heard a gun. The pirates heard it too, and began to run

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We stopped behind some trees and watched the men.
away. We waited for a minute or two and then we went back to
the inn.
‘What did the pirates want?’ a man from the village asked me.
‘Did they find the captain’s money?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘But I think they wanted this.’ I showed him the
envelope. ‘I think there’s a map inside it.’
‘You must take it to Mr Trelawney,’ he told me.
♦

When I arrived at Mr Trelawney’s house, Dr Livesey was there.
‘Hello Jim, what is it?’ he asked.
I told him about the pirates.
‘Let’s see that map,’ the doctor said. ‘But first, Mr Trelawney,
what do you know about Captain Flint?’
‘Flint?’ said Mr Trelawney. ‘He was a famous pirate and a very
bad man. Everybody was afraid of Captain Flint. But he’s dead
now.’
‘Did he have any money?’ asked the doctor.
‘Money!’ said Mr Trelawney. ‘He was the richest pirate in the
West Indies.’
‘Then perhaps this map shows where Captain Flint’s treasure
is,’ said the doctor.
‘What?’ said Mr Trelawney. ‘Then I must buy a ship and we
can all go and look for the treasure.’
The doctor opened the map very carefully. It was a map of an

island. There was some writing on the map. It said: ‘Treasure
here’.
Mr Trelawney and the doctor were excited. ‘Livesey!’ said Mr
Trelawney. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to Bristol. I’m going to buy a
ship and find sailors. Jim, you and Dr Livesey are going to come
with me to look for the treasure!’

♦
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Treasure Island 1750


The next day Mr Trelawney left for Bristol. I stayed at home and
waited. At last, weeks later, Dr Livesey got a letter from Bristol.

Dear Livesey,
The ship is ready. Its name is Hispaniola. I found a good man to be
our cook on the ship. He’s an old sailor and he has an inn here in
Bristol. He is going to help me find sailors for our ship. He knows a lot
of men here. His name is Long John Silver. He has only one leg.
Please send Jim Hawkins to Bristol tomorrow.
Trelawney.

I was very excited. The next morning I said goodbye to my
mother and started for Bristol. Mr Trelawney met me there.
‘When do we sail?’ I asked him.
‘Sail?’ he said. ‘We sail tomorrow!’
I had something to eat, then Mr Trelawney gave me a letter for
Long John Silver at the Spy Glass Inn.

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There were a lot of sailors in the Spy Glass Inn. I looked round
and saw a tall strong man with one leg. ‘He’s Long John Silver,’ I
thought.
‘Mr Silver, sir?’ I asked.
‘Yes, that’s my name. And who are you?’
I gave him the letter and he took my hand. Suddenly, one of the
other men in the inn jumped up and ran to the door. I knew him. It
was Black Dog!
‘Stop him!’ I said. ‘Stop him! It’s Black Dog!’ ‘Harry,’ said
Silver, ‘run and catch that man.’ A man got up and ran after Black
Dog.
Long John Silver turned to me. “Who was that man?’ he asked.
‘Black what?’
‘Dog, sir,’ I said. ‘He’s a pirate.’
‘A pirate!’ said Silver. ‘Ben, run and help Harry. You can catch
him!’
But Ben and Harry came back without Black Dog. ‘We lost
him,’ they said.
‘Well, what is Mr Trelawney going to think?’ said Silver. ‘You
know, Jim, we did try to catch him. And nobody in the inn knew
that he was the pirate Black Dog. Now, Jim, come with me.
We’re going to see Mr Trelawney.’
Long John Silver walked with me to meet Mr Trelawney and
Dr Livesey. He told them about Black Dog.
Mr Trelawney listened carefully, and then said, ‘Well, we can’t
do anything about Black Dog now. John, tell all the men to come
to the ship this afternoon.’
The doctor turned to me. ‘Come and see the ship, Jim,’ he said.

And meet our captain, Captain Smollett.’
So we went to the Hispaniola. ‘Well, Captain Smollett,’ said
Mr Trelawney, ‘I hope everything is ready.’
‘Well, sir,’ said the captain, ‘it is, but I’m not happy about it. I
don’t like the sailors.’


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Long John Silver turned to me. ‘Who was that man?’ he
asked. ‘Black what?’